Chang Xia's poems are beautiful.

1, the grass firefly is not a fire, the lotus dew is a bead.

2, the clouds are light and the wind is light, and there is no wave in the smoke and wind, heading for summer.

3, Mei Qing, Mei Huang, vegetable fat wheat ripe silkworm busy.

4, the piano book is tired, and the partridge calls the south window to sleep.

There are a lot of lotus flowers in full bloom on Jinghu Lake, which stretches for miles.

6, the bamboo color under the stream is green, and the lotus flower is fragrant in the mirror.

7. If you pick a lotus girl by the river, you will laugh at the lotus.

8, round lotus floating leaflets, fine wheat falling light flowers.

9. I hate to be alone in the empty curtain, tears set my face on Zhu Lianguang, and the fickle teenager regretted it.

10, the round fan bootstrapped without wind shaking, Yingying bamboo, slender white bamboo, not affected by some summer heat.

1 1, sleeping in the daytime and thinking mercilessly, watching children catch willow flowers.

12, Qingjiang is a song that embraces the village. Everything in Changjiang Village is quiet.

13, old warblers fly in the wind, plums are plump in the rain, and beautiful trees are clear and round in the afternoon.

14, Gu Si mountain light meets water light, and lotus fragrance is ten miles away.

15, the rhombic leaves are full of light and wind, and the boat is deep in the lotus.

16, the lotus flowers set each other off, and the lotus flowers depend on each other.

17, birds in the valley sing in sunny days, and apes in the river whistle in the evening breeze.

18, a pool of lotus slugs is born, and the wind in front of the sill sends fragrance.

19, the red and purple have become dust, and the cuckoo sounds new in summer.

20, lotus beads, still like sweat and makeup.